Sunday, April 12, 2009
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UPDATE -- Verona Burchill passes away March 28th
Verona Ouiring was born on March 31, 1920, at Sabin, Minnesota, the daughter of H.L. and Betty (Janzen) Quiring. She attended elementary school in Haskett, Manitoba, before her family moved to Gardner, North Dakota, where she graduated from Gardner High School in 1937.
Verona attended Interstate Business College in Fargo before working as a stenographer at various places in Fargo including, Western Mutual Life Insurance Company, Northwestern Bell Telephone and Super Oil Company.
She married Les Morgan on November 28, 1942, in Moorhead, Minnesota. They made their home near Hope. He died May 16, 1943.
On November 4, 1944, Verona was united in marriage to Wesley Burchill in Moorhead. They farmed near Hope until moving into Hope in 1974. Wesley died September 26, 2004.
Verona was a piano teacher and taught until the time of her death, March 28, 2009. She also enjoyed painting, gardening and sewing. Verona's family was important to her and she also kept up on the family genealogy.
Verona was preceded in death by her parents, husbands and a brother, Elvin Quiring. She is survived by her daughter, Janie (Dwight) Anderson, Wahpeton, North Dakota; son, Gary (Judy) Burchill, Hope, North Dakota; eight grandchildren and four great grandchildren; Brenda (Nathan) Hill and family, Jazmine, Jonathan, and Jaxon, Wahpeton; Rick Anderson, Charleston, Illinois; Barb Anderson, Portland, Oregon; Tami (Jason) Hunt, Verona, Wisconsin; Justin (Heather) Burchill, Grand Forks, North Dakota; Melanie (Eric) Shockey and daughter, Greta, Hutchinson, Minnesota; Tony Burchill, Grand Forks; and Brady Burchill, Norfolk, Virginia; a brother, Jim Quiring, San Diego, California; and a sister, Ardis (Jim) Jamison, Corvallis, Oregon.
In Bulletin 350, Kjirsten Swenson mentioned interviewing for her upcoming emergency medicine residency in various cities across the country. In January she visited Saguaro National Park, near Tucson, Arizona.
FAMILY UPDATE -- Dan, Gina and Abby visit Chicago
We were in Chicago for a long weekend over our anniversary. A cousin of mine, on my mom's side, was getting married on the 14th so it was a great excuse to get away for a few days!
We had fun getting re-acquainted with my Illinois relatives, discovering a few of the local eateries. Abby went swimming for the first time in the hotel pool (safe in her Daddy's arms) and seemed to enjoy herself! With the wedding festivities, we didn't have a lot of time to be tourists but we did enjoy a little time exploring downtown Chicago on our last day. All in all, it was a very enjoyable anniversary vacation! :)
And now, Abby is just a little over 6 months. She's getting to be a big girl! She keeps herself busy by rolling all over the place and is even sitting up to play, all by herself. So far, she's not crawling, and I am enjoying the relative peace before she really gets moving!
FAMILY UPDATE -- introducing Judy McCalla
Dorothy asked me to introduce myself to those of you who don’t know me. I am Judy McCalla, daughter of Gilbert McCalla and Jean Olson. A wedding photo of my mom and dad recently appeared in The Bulletin. Elizabeth McCalla, aka "Auntie," was my grandmother.
My parents were divorced when I was about eight years old, and although I continued to see my dad, I was primarily raised by my mom and the man she married a few years later, Don Tabor. My dad died in 1995 and my mom died in 2005.
My husband, Jack Kleven, and I were married in 1985, so we will soon have been married for 25 years. We have no children but he has an adult daughter from his first marriage.
Although I retired early in 2002, I worked for about 20 years as a structured settlement broker. Given the negative connotations surrounding the word "broker" these days, I probably should explain that I had nothing to do with stocks or Wall Street. I worked with plaintiffs and defendants to settle large physical injury claims such as serious auto accidents or medical malpractice claims. I traveled almost constantly throughout the country and loved my work. After the attacks of 9/11, however, air travel (which was never much fun) became increasingly time consuming and unpleasant. For that reason, I decided to quit working in April 2002.
In the time since then, I have devoted my time to gardening and to volunteer work with a variety of animal charities. My college background includes a Master's Degree in English, so it was natural for me to volunteer my writing skills to a group called Minnesota Wisconsin Collie Rescue. I write the bios for the many lovely dogs that are listed on our web site, and also devote time to a variety of special projects for the group. If anyone is interested in a gorgeous collie, check out our web site: www.mwcr.org
In 2005, my husband and I built a vacation home on Salt Spring Island in British Columbia. Salt Spring is a small island with about 10,000 people and is located near Vancouver Island and Victoria, BC. It is an incredibly scenic place and the climate is perfect for gardening, with temperatures never dipping much below freezing. Summers are perfect, with very little humidity and NO MOSQUITOS. Winters are very gray and wet, so we return to Minnesota in the fall and spend most of the winter here. I know that sounds crazy, but it works for us.
About a year ago, while surfing the web, I stumbled upon The Bulletin and references to my dad and grandmother. I contacted Dorothy and the rest, as they say, is history.
UPDATE -- all is calm, for now
Well, I can hardly believe that I got so wrapped up in news of volcanoes and floods and the grandkitties' second birthday that I forgot to tell you how to view the beautiful ice sculptures in Fairbanks, Alaska, two weeks in a row! There's no excuse for that. You don't think I'm getting old and forgetful, do you? After all, I'm going to be SIX on April 23 -- four years older than the grandkitties and Mai Tai, but I wouldn't call six old, exactly. I think it's the volcano's fault.
Last week, we breathed a sigh of relief when The Bulletin got done and turned over to the Editor without ash from the volcano making us shut off the computer. Fifteen minutes later, the volcano erupted again -- the biggest eruption so far, in the current series -- but wind carried the ash away from Anchorage and we were spared again. Homer and the southern Kenai Peninsula got some ash, but most of it blew out to sea. Now it's quietly building a lava dome. We hope to make it through Easter weekend and get our income taxes filed before it blows up again. Wish us luck!
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Birthday Dinner With Mom
Dad, Beaver, Jayce and I joined Mom for her 83rd birthday dinner, at her choice of restaurants, Rudy's Grill in the Holiday Inn.
She looked so beautiful, in her new glasses and her outfit going so nicely with the lovely corsage Dad had gotten her. Great job, Dad! 83 looks VERY good on you, Mom!
Mom managed to one up Dad on the savings for her birthday meal, too; it was a buy one get one FREE for the "birthday girl." Plus, it was such a large portion that she ate about a third of her meal and figured she would have enough for two more meals. A very nice birthday meal, indeed!
We had a lovely visit, in between Jayce begging to go swimming! I'd say that was the only drawback to eating at a Holiday Inn! The fact that they actually use towels for napkins didn't help his thought processes, either. He enjoyed his pancakes with peanut butter, bacon, applesauce and popsicle, which did keep him quiet for a while.
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
How many can you identify? What's going on?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.
My guess, and I mean guess, on the guessing game is that it might be Blanche Dake Miller on the left and I have no idea for the cutie on the right.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
My, oh my, how cute those two little girls are! The little dark haired one is cuter than the other, because she favors her dad.
The other one, I haven't figured out to this day who she looks like. I never did like those little brown cotton stockings she had to wear, so as I got older I maintained my girls would never have to wear long stockings. Guess what -- when my girls came along, leotards were the "in" thing, so they wore long-almost-stockings, too.
To me, my daughter Ardis Quick, on the right, is still beautiful.
Gert Dake Pettit [the cotton-stockinged cutie on the left]
The GUESS pictures are too difficult for me this time. I will guess that the little girl on the right is one of Gertie (Dake's) children ... I forgot the name! She's married to the Quick.
(That's the one! Ardis Quick. And the little girl on the left is Ardis's mom, Gertie Dake. --Ed.)
Betty Weiland Droel
A new series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with the episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, but we still have a few stories from 1946, just after World War II. In Bulletin 349 I told more about polio (once called Infantile Paralysis) via two links, Polio and Sister Kenny, to minimize disruption of the narrative flow about Lois and Bill Dake. Both documents are posted as a series of scanned images. We can't edit them or correct typos and they will not respond to font changes or printer settings as regular Bulletin pages do.
Thanksgiving Time, 1946
At Grandpa and Grandma's 50th Anniversary, Blanche and I got a chance to discuss how the school year is going for her. She has a really much bigger load than she had planned for, now that I have not been teaching the middle grades. Next year may be our last year of teaching. We still have one year each left on our teaching certificates -- not many extensions are being offered now that things are getting back to normal.
If we want to teach after next year, we will have to take a year of Teacher's Training classes. So we must make up our minds. We agree that we should complete our planned year of teaching in the same system next year. Blanche does not intend to go on to school, now that she is married. I have not decided yet what I will do.
But to get back to her overload -- I promised to go to Blanche's to help her get her fall program ready. It is to be Tuesday, November 26th. She intends to do her program as a culmination of the pioneer unit she is just finishing. The program includes pioneer songs, stories, plays and then finishing out the evening with a "lunch box sale."
They have read about spelling bees, cornhusking bees, and then about Lunch Box Socials. You know -- where the girls "pretty up" boxes and pack lovely lunches for two in them -- and then the boys bid on the boxes and eat their lunch with whichever girl packed it. (Of course, the fun is not letting anyone know which box is whose.) The kids thought that was the best idea! So that is what we are doing!
No money is to be charged for admission, of course, but lunches are to be auctioned off to raise money for buying books for the library. (One we are really looking forward to is Strawberry Girl by Lois Lenski.)
I am just packing up my bag, as LeRoy and Gert will take me over to Blanche and Jim's and then tonight we will make our boxes, decorate them so they are pretty, and get our lunches planned.
We will spend our day tomorrow with rehearsal. I will be there to help with the logistics of the day -- who does what, where, when and quietly -- in a little run through practice.
Then everyone heads home. If you are a schoolboy, a big brother, or a dad, you need to get your change together to do some bidding. And all of us "ladies" -- young or old or in between -- need to get our lunches made and put in the decorated boxes we have prepared. Hopefully, we can sneak them by the prying eyes.
I have planned to call my friend from Teacher's Training to ask her to come and see how "our" program goes. Her name is Dorothy, too; she lives near Stockholm and I think she may already plan to come, but I want to be sure. I will call her from Blanche's, as they are both on Dassel phones, so we can talk as much as we want (if someone doesn't cut in on us) without paying any extra for a "long distance" call.
We are all invited to Uncle Isom and Aunt Minnie's for Thanksgiving, which is on Thursday of this week. So I plan to stay the rest of the week at Blanche's and Wednesday we will finish clean up at school. I think we will have regular classes for a half day so I can get in some teaching and get back to being involved. Then, in the evening, or even Thursday morning, we can get our part of the Thanksgiving Day Feast planned.
Things are so wonderfully normal. I wonder if Lois is going to deliver "our" little bundle any earlier than the planned first week of December. I guess that is something we will just have to wait and see about!
Larry McCorkell sent us a manuscript he transcribed from his father's tape recorded memories and made it available to The Bulletin for a series of excerpts. These stories were originally tape recorded by Bruce McCorkell of his growing up days on the homestead near Effie in northern Minnesota. They were recorded from a period of the mid 1980's until the early 2000's. These are Bruce's words of happy, sad, funny, good, and hard times.
From August of 1942 until March of 1943, I worked for L.A. Kendall. I hauled lumber for Lindy Kendall. That was the best job I ever had, as far as hauling. First I loaded pulp onto railroad cars near Craigville at M&O's Camp 29.
I remember Craigville with 14 joints, seven on each side. The town was wide open. There was no law at that time because it was on the border of two counties. I used to pick up drunks and bring back them to camp.
Later, I stayed in a logging camp east of Effie. Jess Lund and I hauled the lumber to Mizpah. It was the last nicest stand of Norway pine in the Midwest. It was sawed in the woods on two sawmills. Sometimes we worked night and day. One day I hauled three loads and Jess two and the next day we switched. We got $4 per trip. We hauled 3 million feet. I had a red truck, to start with, with three or four musical horns. I left from there to go to Atwater to do farm work for Clifford Hanson.
I worked for Ted Lovdahl after I was married, after the war. I hauled logs and pulpwood. That's a hard life. Hard work. Long hours. Cold. Little pay. I suppose it was during that time I made up my mind that if there was any way possible I would never live that kind of a life, I'd try something else.
I remember during the Depression, when there wasn't any work and no income, practically. There were a couple kids in our school that their dads worked for the county and the state. They worked a couple of days a week. They always wore a little better clothes than we did and they sometimes had an apple in their dinner pail and that was something different. We never had that, for sure. So I always thought if I could get someplace where I could have a steady income by the month and not by the piece.
It seemed to turn out, not necessarily through any of my own doing, I guess. As much as I like the country and I like the woods work and that kind of a thing, it's just, as far as I am concerned, too much work for what you got out of it. When you got older and couldn't do that kind of a work, you didn't have anything. You were poor. You didn't have a red cent or anything else. Those people never did. I just got out of it, that's all.
$ A Long Time Ago !
Easter Egg Surprise
by Richard Johnson
Some of my early memories are kind of half baked from thinking I knew what was going on, but not checking to be sure I had it right. That's how I came to eat purple Easter egg dye long ago. I guess I'm the only one who remembers the Easter egg dye story, as it happened to me when I was about four years old.
I had heard Dad ask a question about something in an upper kitchen cabinet using the key word "candy." I think it was something like "Is that some kind of candy?"
Apparently the answer was too detailed for me to follow, but I did note the general area he was looking at. Later, when everyone else was out of the room, I decided to check for myself, using the kitchen ladder that had previously cost me my first front teeth, to get up on the counter.
Sure enough, there was a little package of brightly colored, pill-sized objects. I selected a purple one and bit into it for the taste test, with quite unsatisfactory results.
At about that time Mom and Dad returned from wherever they had gone, and immediately noticed that my tongue and lips were purple. I confessed to trying some candy I had found that wasn't very good. After determining that it was a non-toxic Easter egg dye tablet, they sent me on my way to show off the dye job on my mouth.
I went upstairs to show Jerrianne, who was practicing with her clarinet. After wearing out my welcome there, I headed downstairs. When I reached the landing in the stairway, I lost the contents of my stomach, all dyed deep purple. A section of carpet from a closet floor had to be pieced in to repair the damage, as the stain could not be removed from the carpet.
Back at Ansha's house, dinner was waiting for me. Ansha was a talented cook; I was impressed by her ability to turn the limited but fresh ingredients available on the island into delicious meals in her simple outdoor kitchen.
Lunch was always a small fish stewed whole in a sauce of tomatoes, onions, and spices. It was usually served with xima, a starchy dish made of manioc powder that was white, tasteless, and about the consistency of cold cream of wheat.
Dinner on the first night was matapa, a specialty of the region made of cassava leaves and peanuts. By dinner time, the island was very dark. Like most of the homes on the island Ansha's house had no electricity but was dimly lit by kerosene lamps. I was content to adjust to the sun's schedule, reading by lamplight for a while before drifting to sleep early.
My premonitions about the island being a truly special place were confirmed that first day. The stunning setting, intriguing history, and colonial architecture created a haunting atmosphere that was absolutely magical. The sense of peace and calm were immense; the island enjoys a level of solitude attainable only where motors and electricity are nearly nonexistent. Such a joy it was to experience a very inhabited place without the usual accompanying cacophony of televisions, radios, or traffic!
It was also a relief to travel in a place nearly untouched by tourism. I had been very discouraged by the negative effects of travel in places like Zanzibar and Kilimanjaro, where the massive influx of foreigners has so extensively altered the local environment and culture. Here, people were used to seeing Westerners and weren't alarmed by my presence or by my camera, but no one was begging or competing for my business.
To be continued...
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you for the beautiful, artistic birthday card I received from you for my birthday! It was a great weekend of eating out, friends and family! Thanks for your thoughtfulness. :-) You bring sunshine in many ways!
I want to finally send a very belated thank you for the sweet anniversary card! Dan and I can hardly believe it has already been four years. Lots of changes in those four years!
Dan and Gina Henderson
Did I ever say thanks for the lovely Jacquie Lawson mini-vacation for my birthday? And thanks for greetings from you, Don, with Rachel. We had such a good time, the four of us. Abby told us all kinds of stories and looked at all of Rachel's pictures! We all enjoyed them!
Keep Us Posted!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
What a refreshing breath of spring to read The Bulletin and see Ary's floral shop! It really puts one in a more optimistic mood to know that flowers will soon be blooming again for us in North Dakota, too.
After an extra long, extremely cold winter with excess moisture and lots of snow, we were fighting the flood here in Wahpeton as Wyatt wrote about it in Fargo. It was on national news about Fargo, North Dakota; we had it the week before that, here.
Then, when our winter's snow had almost melted, we were blasted with 23 inches last weekend, which was very unusual. Now they are predicting another crest of the rivers when this snow melts.
So we have to be patient and hope that we will again have flowers, too.
Thanks, Ary, for brightening the day.
Speaking of patience and hope ... it surely make us realize it takes that when reading of Dorothy's experience with polio, too. Very inspiring!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I thought for a moment that it was a picture from Alaska when I saw the beautiful pink Mt. Hood at sunset that Kjirsten had taken. A mountain never looks the same twice, so you have to capture the beauty when you see it.
We don't hear so much about the flood anymore in our papers, but we know it must be a total disastrous mess for anyone with a home affected. Thanks, Wyatt, for sharing your side of it. I hope you get to your anticipated weekend in Minneapolis April 18th. You will need that diversion, even for that little while.
Once again, Kjirsten has given us some views we probably will never see on our own as she travels. I hope she can keep motivated to share with us, even when her studies absorb her time and diligence.
It is always fun to see the new baby pictures, and I would say that Zach and Danielle are thrilled with little Arianna. I hope they will let us meet this new little family member regularly. We love the babies!
Glad we can depend on you, Miss Kitty, for the news from Anchorage and the mountain rumblings. One of these days you will be SIX years old, and in cat years you could soon be a senior, which entitles you to the biggest treats.
I hadn't realized there was a Redlin Art Center, and I can't wait to click on the link to see his paintings.
Thank you, Dorothy, for another chapter of your life after polio. It has affected every part of your life and living, but you seem to keep such a good attitude that it helps everyone around you. The memories that have been stirred up, both happy and sad, would be with mingled feelings as you share them. Sounds like you were very helpful to a lot of people who needed you. And now you are looking forward to still another birthday April 9th.
I am always surprised to see another Homesteading story by Bruce. I didn't think he would ever dictate that many experiences, and they all sound like it just happened yesterday. It is good he did that when he was able and still had good memory.
Not too often that we get a Greetings from the Netherlands, but this time we get a look into that huge florist building. What a lot of work, and it has to be redone every season! Would take inspiration and creativity to arrange all the merchandise and plants just right for the public eye to create a desire to buy. No, we are not seeing any spring here, either, yet.
The Travelogue was very interesting, with the daily routine of the women there at the well. They must be very strong to carry that heavy water. We are so glad it is to be continued.
Well, we very seldom see a picture of Richard Johnson. The other one was in the hills of Oregon with the cat in the desolate area he was working in. Now he has his dog that must be especially trained to guard the goats.
I really laughed (CHUCKLED) at Hunter reading his paper upside down. Now that is better than I can do. He's well trained in the science of buying and selling, I see. The big, comfortable dog couldn't care less.
The Quotation for the day was a reminder that we know all our seasons will be here on their own schedule, and we are looking forward to Spring.
Thanks again for another Bulletin, which is already #355.
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